He seems like he is about to refuse.
"Please, Mika, please," I wheedle. "It would, at least, give me an illusion of being in control, and I’d love to have some semblance of freedom."
"Hmm." He scowls.
"Also, surely, being stuck in here is not good for my mental health. And I do need to stay happy if I want the kid to be born healthy, right?"
He blows out a breath, "Fine."
"Yay!" I throw my arms about his neck, and rise up on tip-toe to kiss him.
"On one condition."
I pause before my lips touch his, "What?" I scowl, "What is it?"
"I’ll teach you how to drive."
"You are too busy," I roll my eyes. "I mean, I’d love for you to teach me, but seriously, when have you been able to tear yourself away from your work to spend time with me?"
"You’re more important than any job," he retorts.
"Really?"
"Have I ever given you reason to doubt that?"
"Umm, yeah?" I scoff. "I mean, if I’m more important, wouldn’t you have spent more time with me over the last month?"
"That was only so I could keep distance between us so I wasn’t tempted to—"
"I know," I say hastily, "Still, you have to admit, from where I am, it seems that your work takes priority."
"Well, I am going to prove to you that it doesn’t." He grips my cheek, "Tomorrow, after lunch, be ready."